Twelve days of Agent 47 [Agent 47 X Reader]

Day 8 | New Year's Day

You and 47 decide to kick off the new year like one could only dream of.

You didn't awake until a bit after nine o'clock, rolling over to face Agent 47. Despite him being genetically enhanced to need less sleep than the average person, 47 was still in a state of relaxation. Your stomach pleasantly stirred and you reached over, starting to trace the outlines of his face with your index finger.

First, you guided it over his cheekbone, caressing the skin softly. After all this time, you were still impressed at the sharpness of them, finding yourself often wondering how it could be that you hadn't cut yourself on them yet.

Then, your finger slipped to his jaw, fingering at the smooth skin. You slid it all the way to the soft dent on his chin, and then up, to trace the outline of his lips.

This was a sight you wanted to wake up to every single morning, but it was too much to ask. His calm breaths wafted warmly against your finger – for a few minutes, your life with him seemed normal.

He started to stir, bleary blue eyes opening and taking your breath away. Your smile grew and you whispered a soft: "Hey."

"Hello." he said with a deep morning voice, causing you to press your thighs together at the sound.

"Slept well?"
"Wonderfully." he replied.

You shifted a bit closer, your naked body pressed up against his. Wrapping your leg around 47's hip, you playfully pulled him even nearer. He hummed, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

"I know a good way to celebrate the new year." you murmured, fingers starting to caress the pale skin at his ribs, already leaning onto your elbow to lay yourself on top of him.
His hands reached for your waist, guiding you to straddle his body.

"Yesterday evening was too late, so we need to make up for it now." you whispered, leaning down to kiss his throat, and then his collarbone.
"Oh, do we?" he mused deeply, sliding his hands down to cup your butt, squeezing softly.

He was already steadily swelling against you, making your head soar with anticipation.
"Well, you're not complaining." you replied, kissing him.
47 sighed in delight, rolling you over in one fluid motion, trapping you underneath him.

About two hours later, you went to get breakfast.
"Good morning." Diana mused, typing away at her laptop. "Stayed up until late, then?"

You frowned, pouring both 47 and yourself a cup of tea.
"Not really, how so?"

She checked her watch with exaggerated flair. "It's almost twelve in the afternoon, which is late for an assassin to get out of bed."

Agent 47 shrugged, taking the tea from you, brushing your hand with his in the process.
From the threshold, Lucas entered the kitchen, bee-lining for the coffee machine.

"Hey, Lucas." Diana said, "Could you remind me of something?"

The man in question looked up groggily from his cup, looking over his shoulder to face her.

"What is it?"

Instead of looking at the person she was talking to, Diana stared you in the eye, a playful glimmer in her blue irises.

"I need to remember that I should get my walls soundproofed before those two are sleeping over again."

You nearly spat out your tea.